I saw “Spotlight” tonight. While I was aware of the scope of the Abuse scandal in the Catholic Church, I was not aware of how the story in this country broke. The film is amasterful piece of storytelling that lays bare the intense, personal stories involved with bringing this particular truth to light.
What struck me most about the film (and is still reverberating around in my brain) is how such horrific deeds could be buried and simultaneously suppressed and seemingly forgotten by so many people. So many people. Mothers, fathers, priests, victims, reporters, police, clerks, lawyers, judges, bishops, sisters, brothers. Everyone seemed to know about the systematic sexual abuse of children and its cover-up and few did or said anything to bring the awful truth to light.
When it was spoken of, or mentioned, or reported, it was often swept under any variety of rugs…rugs of denial, rugs of regret, rugs of inconvenience, rugs of misunderstanding, rugs of legal maneuvering, rugs of shame and rugs of white-hot fear.
The complicit cover-up was and is astounding. It hit home for me — not only the importance of telling the truth, but of speaking up and telling the truth that lays dormant, unspoken and unseen.
This film is as much about the sins of action as it is about the sins of inaction.
I used to wait and wait and wait for this to be played on Night Tracks, Ted Turner’s short-lived precursor to MTV. Of course, I had grown up with Bowie on Top 40 radio but never really knew his music. That is, until my neighbor Ann Beavers turned me on to him, along with B-52’s, Talking Heads and The Cars. She had a couple of albums and we’d listen to them when our folks weren’t around.
Something about this video’s eerie melody, synthy guitar chords, negative visual treatment and, of course, Bowie’s androgynous harlequin character struck a nerve with me. It was his first video I recall going big time and I was hooked.
The nerve it struck, as with so many, was the self-realization that I, too, was different. And profoundly so. Years later, I would realize that being different was OK, maybe even better.
Thank you Ann for the introduction. And thank you David Bowie for years and years of pleasure. You left the world a better place than when you arrived.
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Anyway, sorry for being radio silent. December was a mixed bag-o-tricks. Good riddance to an average average average month.
Hightlights: I got 5 more chapters written and the rest of the book outlined. That’s all I’m gonna say about that. My visit home was initially stressful. And it was all my stress. When will I learn? I got it out of the way on Christmas Eve with a stern talk with my mother. She, however, was a good 30 years ahead of me. Hello?! I mean, really. Look around Brown. They’re not here forever. And Dad, always so perceptive. He reads me like a book. Christmas Day was lovely…until we had to seek shelter in the workshop closet. There was a confirmed tornado inbound. It was prudent. All ended well and dinner was only a half hour late. I’m especially thankful for the blessings that my sister is finally enjoying. She deserves to be happy. Yay Liz!
Turns out my trip to Florida was just what the doctor ordered. Great friends. Easy hospitality. Good sex. Lots of debaucherous fun. Great weather. What’s not to like?
And so is the tone for this New Year. So far, so great. I’m happy. Much of it has to do with my attitude and what I’m putting forth. I’m 50. I should remember these things.
Love to all.
Sorry for the doom and gloom. But man, there’s some shit going around! The universe is definitely doing a little cosmic (and karmic) rearranging.
I’m blaming it on my own little universe being out of sorts…All will be will by the end of the week! Trust-n-Believe, y’all. TNB
Today has been a tough one. Somewhat self-imposed but mostly the goddamn Universe deciding to exact its due process upon two that I love dearly.
Within an hour of waking, I got the one-two sucker punch. The rest of the morning, I went through the motions stupified.
If not for the very act of hosting a party to benefit something greater than myself, I’m sure I’d be reduced to tears and darkness.
But looking around the room at the faces and the people, I realized that I do indeed have an impact in this world and that I can, to an extent, control fate.
But, really, this morning’s reminder stings. It hurts. There’s a long road ahead and a long week dawning. I’m here, and I’m going to do my best to affect it in the most positive way for two people that I love dearly.
As long as I’m still upright, I’ll not admit defeat and certainly won’t let them.
I love you, Ladies.
This and that, here and yon:
I love weekends like this past one. A healthy mix of being healthy, being somewhat debaucherous, being serious, being quiet, being creative.
I truly love my Weekdays With Pattie, random mornings or afternoons spent poking around on bikes, looking at things from new perspectives, laughing and escaping reality. But not escaping reality, if that makes sense. Pattie’s an old, good friend with whom I worked when I first moved to Atlanta. We’ve kept and renewed our friendship and the time we spend together is very valuable on so many levels. Mostly, though, it’s just fun.
I put in a few good hours of work just after our adventure Friday so all was not lost. It’s so interesting to me how the words for work come out and lay on the paper, waiting to be rearranged. Now to find a way to capitalize on that. Happy to be out in the day regardless.
I was up early Saturday and out on the road bike. Brisk, overcast with occasional sun, a perfect late fall ride. My averages were OK, typical of the off season and 10 extra pounds, I guess.
I got caught up with Erik later and we had a cocktail or 6 with Dale and the Dude. Good friends, good times.
Sunday was, howyousay, a bit slow. But gorgeous nonetheless. I spent the day in the kitchen, slowly pulling together a meal for dinner with some of my closest friends. Amy Winehouse played, the autumn sun streamed through the windows, the food came together perfectly and contentment reigned.
I can say that I’m never truly happier than gathered around the table with the ones I love. Last night was no exception. I need to remember that when the pressures of reality come calling.